I visited my father's grave today
And it was ANZAC Day
The sunshine played on the brass plaque
His name and RAN badge create an ark
To take me back to him in a second
I remember the way he laughed and to me beckoned
And would not give up from toiling his craft
Shaping wood with his hands
For us his sons his grandest plans
Now sleeping with his task complete
In all I do I reflect on what he would think.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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